The Abyss

A Choice,
Abyssal teeth and naked--clothed but hardly warm.
Our only real desire
Is control.

Tired of this clothed but hardly warm state I cry,
“Oh abyss release me!
Release me as I drift away
Into what I want.”

so my heat pulses and fades, reddening
My vision,
A hand of vapor reaches, lifts, and pulls
My body moves forward.
I'm unsure about the unknown.
Entering the gloomy teeth
the gloomy throat
The musky darkness.

Your warm muscles squeezing me in,
first softly like Venus the flytrap
Then voraciously I am consumed.

True warmth as my clothes glide off me
True comfort as I'm hugged on all sides of me
Deeper I slide, into a well of color and confusion
Deeper I ride, into light or growth from darkness.

I scream again, but now different.
“Oh release me but this time
Take me deeper.
It's deeper I fear,
It's deeper I seek.”

"The light here is scary,
In the Belly.
The dark back there was so easy.
Outside."

Control? In here?

The dark vapor beast candled me all the way home.

How odd that the darkness has begotten new light!
That my light I thought had had grown so dim and dark.
Real conscious control,
Is only in the Abyss.